659. Booming Bamboo! Poem by Raman Savithiri
659. Booming Bamboo!
Thousand times the world has beaten
But I have been going to the world only
In search of food, clothing and shelter
Maa! Can’t reach your lap
If ointment for birth ailment is in the moon
How would a lame reach in swoon?
How would I get to Your heights?
Unless Your grace descends?
A booming bamboo is going to perish!
My hairs started thriving into grayish!
Death is approaching quickly everyday!
No answer to my tears and to my cry!
No end for the sufferings of this body!
Maa! Maa! Maa! I will go back into soil
By uttering Your name to let go my breath
Only tomb welcomes with stretched hands!
My blind eyes cannot see Your feet!
If I am born again out of this earth
I will cry again! That time at least
Come and stick to my lips! Maa! 200710
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5/10/2024 8:33:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In India the children, especially the boys, go to their mother and not to their father to ask for money. This is not because the mother is foolish or weak. She knows what this fellow is going to get up to, but still she will grant his request because she loves him. In Devi Bhagavatam it is said that Shakti is the granter of all boons. You do not have to waste a lot of time in pleasing her. There are thousands of stories about devotees who worshipped her, how they worshipped her, and in what manner their impossible wishes were granted. the above being true, it goes that Amma should be there with you listening to your honey ladden love words...very inspiring poem